A White Dragon's Legacy - Harry Potter (Patreon)

Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Observatory – Ocean of Souls.

"And so, the stags arrive at the Dragons' lair," Aerion spat like a caged beast, pacing from side to side and staring with crazed eyes toward the arrival doors.

Rhaenyra couldn't help but roll her eyes at her stupid descendant, and although she remained silent, her brothers had no such restraint.

"Will you shut up, you imbecile? In case you've forgotten, we're already dead, and worse still, we're at the mercy of the Goddess. The last thing we need is for your stupidity to ruin all of this," Aemond spat, his voice cold and despotic, his gaze condescending and his eye furious as he watched Aerion.

Maekar's son looked at the Kinslayer with restrained fury, undoubtedly preparing to unleash some response beneath Aemond's impassive gaze. However, at that very moment, the Observatory's doors opened once again, commanding the attention of every member of House Targaryen, absolutely all of them eager to discover who had arrived.

"Do you think they're really the Baratheons, Muna?" Lucerys asked softly, leaning toward her as he had been accustomed to doing in life.

Rhaenyra smiled gently before shaking her head and replying.

"I truly doubt it, my son. The Goddess wouldn't place a Baratheon here, not after what happened."

At his mother's reassuring words, Lucerys nodded, just as Jace replied.

"Besides, the new statues resemble a stag and a doe, but they aren't the beasts we associate with the Baratheons. They don't wear crowns, and these statues are more ethereal, elegant, more…magical," her intelligent son replied, making Rhaenyra smile with pride.

However, before she could praise her firstborn's perceptive mind, a silhouette emerged through the doorway.

It was a man, a rather young one, of good height and noble features. His skin was fair, though not possessing the snowy, ethereal pallor of the Targaryens, but it was clear that he was a Lord. His hair was a disheveled mane of jet black that nevertheless gave him an undeniable attractiveness. He possessed brown eyes and a body clearly accustomed to physical activity.

"Can you see anything, James?" asked a cautious female voice. Although Rhaenyra couldn't see who had spoken those words, the softness and elegance of her voice were more than evident.

The man, the newly revealed James, looked at all the Targaryens in the chamber, frowning more and more, further confusing the entire royal family.

"Only what looks like a Malfoy gathering. Most of them have the same insipid hair as Lucius, with expressions as though they're constantly smelling shit," the handsome man said.

The effect of his words was immediate. Every single member of House Dragon looked indignantly at the mysterious man, who entered the chamber with slow but firm steps, his eyes examining everything around him with obvious interest.

He was a rather attractive man. He wasn't overflowing with muscles like Harwin, but his body was quite appetizing, the Realm's Delight thought as she observed the mysterious man's slender yet strong physique.

"Who the fuck are you?" Aegon IV asked with a frown, looking at the stranger curiously.

Normally, Rhaenyra would have reprimanded the deplorable behavior of her despicable grandson, but at this moment, she too wanted to know who this man was and why the Goddess had sent him to this chamber.

The man didn't answer immediately, observing the room with complete tranquility before focusing his brown eyes on her grandson's obese figure.

"I'm James Potter. Who are you people? Where are we?" he asked as he entered the chamber, looking around with extreme caution, as though expecting some kind of attack or something similar.

That question, to Rhaenyra's amusement, seemed to outrage the entire royal family beyond measure. There was no devotion or fear in the newcomer's gaze, only absolute apathy and disinterest, mixed with a little caution.

Apparently, they couldn't stand the fact that someone didn't know House Targaryen, Rhaenyra thought with amusement as she watched the indignant faces of her…peculiar family.

However, before anyone could say anything about it, the voice the Queen had heard earlier made itself known again.

"What's happening, James? Who are you talking to?" she asked, just as a beautiful woman peeked out from behind the man, and the moment her face became visible to those present in the Observatory…

"By the gods…" Lucerys murmured, unable to contain his astonishment.

The young prince remained completely motionless, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted as he gazed at the beautiful woman who had just entered the Observatory. No matter how hard he tried, he seemed incapable of finding the right words to describe what stood before him.

And, being completely honest with herself, Rhaenyra couldn't blame him.

The newcomer was…perfection made woman. There was no other way to describe her.

The Targaryen Queen examined the newcomer from head to toe, feeling a pang of jealousy she barely managed to conceal. Her skin was snowy, fair, and delicate, resembling the finest porcelain, while her long red hair, an intense shade reminiscent of blood, fell straight and silky over her shoulders, granting her an appearance as elegant as it was distinguished.

However, it was her eyes that ultimately captivated Rhaenyra's attention.

They were green. An extraordinarily beautiful green, deep and brilliant, like two perfectly polished emeralds. The princess couldn't remember ever having seen eyes like them, much less in a face with such delicate and harmonious features.

It was the kind of beauty that inspired bards to compose songs.

Or start wars, the Realm's Delight thought as she frowned at the unknown newcomer, before doing the same toward Rhaegar and Lyanna, who remained lost in their own world, seated on a comfortable sofa and waiting for the sphere to illuminate once again.

The woman was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful creatures she had ever beheld in her entire life. Even among the princesses of House Targaryen, renowned for the almost supernatural beauty of ancient Valyria, few could have rivaled such an apparition.

And that was something Rhaenyra, no matter how much it bothered her to admit it, couldn't deny.

"Who are these people?" the redhead asked. Her voice was harmonious, but strong and filled with determination. She was undoubtedly a strong woman.

"I don't know, my Flower. At first, I thought it was some kind of Malfoy club, but I'm not so sure anymore," the man said. James, Rhaenyra reminded herself, as the two entered the place curiously.

Seeing that the situation was going nowhere, Prince Baelor calmly stood and walked toward the confused couple, taking control of the situation.

"Allow me to introduce myself and my family," Baelor intervened with his characteristic elegance, inclining his head slightly in courtesy. "I am Baelor, of House Targaryen. Around us are the rest of my relatives and ancestors, kings of Westeros," he said calmly, as though expecting the name to mean something to the couple.

Alas, if that was his intention, he would be disappointed, Rhaenyra thought with amusement as she watched James and Lily regard him with indifference, although with politeness and courtesy.

"That family and this Westeros don't sound familiar to me at all. It's not a family with any considerable magical legacy," James replied naturally and honestly.

The reaction was instantaneous. Some of the Targaryens present were immediately outraged by the man's audacity, while others snorted with veiled mockery at the indignation of the prouder members of their House.

Alas, Baelor remained serene, maintaining an upright and distinguished posture as he observed the two newcomers. His hands rested calmly behind his back, and his expression remained composed, although there was obvious curiosity in his eyes at the presence of these strangers.

After all, if they didn't know House Dragon, what were they doing here? Rhaenyra wondered curiously, remaining silent and listening.

"You are in a place known as the Observatory, in the Ocean of Souls," he continued naturally, as though explaining something perfectly ordinary. "All of us here are dead."

That declaration caused both newcomers to look at him with obvious surprise. James exchanged a brief glance with his wife, who remained beside him, before releasing a weary sigh and bringing a hand to his face.

"Yes, we know," the man finally replied, slowly rubbing the bridge of his nose. "But we expected to find something different after dying. Not exactly this."

Baelor frowned slightly upon noticing the concern darkening the stranger's face. It didn't seem to be merely the natural confusion of someone who had just discovered the existence of an afterlife. There was something more, a much deeper uneasiness that was evident in his gestures.

Lily also seemed to notice the monarch's curiosity.

"Our son," the redhead replied cautiously, moving slightly closer to her husband. "The man who murdered us was after him. We don't know exactly what happened after our deaths, not even whether he managed to survive, whether the ritual worked…" the redhead whispered, her voice filled with worry.

Her voice softened as she spoke those last words, while her beautiful green eyes briefly lowered toward the floor. James remained silent beside her, his jaw slightly tense and his expression making it quite clear that he shared every one of his wife's concerns.

"That's what has us so worried," Lily added, raising her gaze toward Baelor once again.

The Targaryen prince remained silent for a few moments, observing the young couple with renewed understanding. His expression softened considerably, and his initial curiosity was replaced by sincere empathy for the anguish they were experiencing.

However, before they could say anything else, the sphere illuminated once again, capturing the attention of all the spectators.

"Perfect, my soap opera," said Rhaenyra's brother, Aegon, as he grabbed more wine and food before settling into an enormous armchair near the floating orb, beneath the incredulous gazes of the other Targaryens present.

"What is that?" James asked curiously, observing the immense orb, making Baelor sigh heavily with exhaustion.

"That is an artifact through which we can observe the lives of our relatives who are still alive. We don't know what we're doing here or how we arrived, but it's better than the darkness some of our own describe," he said sympathetically, making both newcomers nod.

However, before they could say another word, the image appeared. It was Aemon, sleeping in what appeared to be the master bedroom of Wolf's Den. His torso was bare and covered in bruises.

"But what the fuck happened to him?" his granddaughter Daena asked worriedly, receiving an answer from her brother, and Rhaenyra's grandson, Daeron I.

"Those are training bruises. Without a doubt, this…intensive magical course at Hogwarts is more brutal than we thought," the Conqueror King said calmly.

However, the moment Daeron mentioned Hogwarts, James and Lily's attention focused entirely on him.

"Wait, Hogwarts? Are you a magical family?" James asked enthusiastically, wearing a charismatic smile.

Rhaenyra snorted, even more so when Lyanna replied absentmindedly, all her attention focused on her son.

"They aren't. Aemon is the first Targaryen at Hogwarts," the Wolf Maiden said, making several people around her look at her with veiled contempt before focusing on the sphere.

Aemon's small magical servant appeared a second later, now wearing a tailored black robe with the recognizable Stark direwolf on her chest. She looked much healthier than before.

"Young Master, wake up. Guest waiting in Courtyard," the elf said in a maternal and sweet, but surprisingly firm tone.

"AGGGMM, five more minutes, please," Jon begged as he buried his face in the pillow again. He was clearly exhausted.

The elf looked at him disapprovingly and replied.

"It is not proper for a Lord to be late, especially with someone so close. Come on, get up. Your clothes are ready, as is breakfast," the elf said, now much more firmly, snapping her fingers and causing the blanket covering Jon's body to fly off him.

Revealing his naked and…more than well-endowed body to all his ancestors, Rhaenyra thought, completely flushed and embarrassed.

"OH, BY THE GODS!!" Naerys screamed, utterly shocked upon seeing Aemon's…more than intimidating manhood. The Queen quickly covered her eyes, although Rhaenyra snorted when she saw her peeking through her fingers at the sight.

"Oh, I didn't know they came that big. Why is yours a third of that size?" her dear sister Helaena asked Aegon II, who merely choked as everyone present burst into laughter.

"Ohhh, Mama likes" Saera purred, and Rhaenyra understood her perfectly. Even she couldn't help losing herself in the…vigorous and delicious cock.

"It's not even that big," Aegon IV spat, making Daena roar with laughter.

"HAHAHA, by the Gods, Aegon, I've seen that thing you call a cock. Envy is a terrible thing, you know?" Daena teased with amusement before looking at Aemon's manhood and licking her lips.

Although the most…interesting reactions were those of Visenya and Rhaenys, who let out small, wicked giggles before speaking, lost in their thoughts.

"Doesn't he remind you of a certain wolf, sister?" Rhaenys asked, licking her lips and delighting in the sight of Aemon's morning wood.

Visenya nodded with a longing sigh.

"Aye, that's a Stark cock," the ancient conqueror said, just as Aemon stood, allowing every member of the room to observe the young Dragon's naked body in exquisite detail.

Jon quickly shook his head before stretching, trying to ease the pain in his body.

"Oh Gods, Flitwick is a beast," Aemon spat as he remembered the sound beating the little professor had given him the previous night during their dueling session.

With nothing more to say, the young Wolf shook his head and walked toward a small table near his bed, where his wand rested comfortably.

Jon picked it up absentmindedly before waving it around his body, casting that spell he had seen in the Hogwarts book.

A second later, a white glow began rising along Jon's naked body, leaving behind the clothes he would wear for his journey with old Samuel.

The spell ascended along his arms and legs until it reached Jon's face and head, leaving him dressed in black trousers and boots, accompanied by a simple gray shirt, all tailored to fit, of course.

His hair was left fresh and neatly combed, and any trace of sleep or crust around his eyes was removed by the spell, leaving Jon prepared and ready for his day.

"Everything in its place," he whispered to himself before lowering his gaze toward his hand, smiling happily when he saw the Stark family ring shining on his finger, warm and vigorous.

Jon shook his head and placed his wand in the holster at his waist before leaving the bedroom to meet old Samuel.

"Aemon is very skilled with magic," Lucerys said, marveling at the casual yet powerful display of magical ability.

"To possess magical power unseen since the Age of Heroes and use it to dress yourself. How…inappropriate," Daeron II said, making some present nod in agreement while others rolled their eyes and snorted, refraining from commenting.

"Hey! I recognize that ring! That was the Stark wolf!" James said as he stood and pointed toward the sphere.

At those words, a large number of Rhaenyra's ancestors looked at the unfamiliar man with frowns.

"You don't know House Targaryen, but you know the Starks?" Aerion spat indignantly, although James didn't seem to care. He shrugged and replied.

"The Starks actually are an important family. One of the founding families of the Council of Wizards, one of the most powerful and influential families in the Wizarding World. Any wizard or witch worth their salt knows who the Starks are," he said with complete naturalness, silencing the thoroughly offended Targaryens.

And although Rhaenyra shared a certain indignation at the man's words and the way he dismissed House Targaryen, she was far more interested in seeing what happened to Aemon.

"Enough. We'll talk more calmly later. It's not as though we have anything better to do," old King Jaehaerys I declared, while everyone focused on Aemon.

Who, apparently, was already in the main courtyard of Wolf's Den, observing one of those curious horseless carriages they had seen before, something that was quite impressive in itself.

Of course, not on the level of a magical castle or the fact that a prince and future Targaryen King possessed impressive magical gifts, but even so, a carriage that didn't use horses was…something simply impossible for Rhaenyra's mind to comprehend.

"So, you don't need horses?" Jon asked.

Samuel replied without looking at him, still getting everything ready for the trip he had mentioned before, something about visiting an old friend in a nearby town.

"No. It works with an engine," said the old man as he looked beneath the hood of this…strange thing. It was filled with strange metal trinkets. It looked heavy and powerful, even if Jon didn't know what it was.

"What is an engine?" Jon asked, running his hand over the strange vehicle.

"It's a machine that provides the energy needed to make things work. It runs on gasoline," Samuel replied dryly as he climbed into the truck.

"What is gasoline?" Jon asked, even more confused, as he gazed at Samuel's truck in wonder.

A carriage that didn't need horses. Jon could hardly believe it.

Everyone present laughed softly at Aemon's inquisitive mind, although they couldn't blame him, if they were being honest. They were in a similar state themselves.

"That's the most complex machine I've ever seen! I've heard about mechanisms that heat water to move by themselves from the scholars of Braavos and Qohor, but never anything like this! It's incredible!" Daeron II said as he stood and observed the sphere with voracious hunger.

Beside him, Prince Vaegon did the same, examining the strange object with extreme attention.

"The wheels and that box indicate that it's a vehicle for transporting goods, larger than a conventional cart. Those wheels are wider and made of a strange material. Fascinating," he said to himself, enthralled by what they were seeing.

A moment later, the image continued.

Samuel merely shook his head.

"Forget it, boy. Just get in. We'll reach Little Whinging in a couple of hours. I've got some things to do, and it'll do you good to leave the castle from time to time."

Jon nodded slightly as he climbed into the…truck.

What a strange word. It was simply a horseless carriage. He couldn't understand why people in these lands insisted on complicating things.

"How far is that place from Cranleigh?" Jon asked curiously.

"It's a short distance, about 150 kilometers. We'll be there before you know it," Samuel explained as he started the truck.

Jon was startled by the roar that erupted from the vehicle.

"And 150 kilometers is considered a short distance? How many leagues would that be?" Jon asked, assuming that if they expected to make the journey in a single day, it couldn't be more than a few leagues away.

Samuel considered the question for a moment before answering.

"I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps thirty leagues or so."

Jon's eyes widened, leaving him speechless.

A reaction that, obviously, every Targaryen imitated. Not all of them were geniuses at logistics, but even the most idiotic and inept of the Dragon Lords knew that traveling thirty leagues in a single day was…something unheard of.

"By the Gods! Thirty…thirty leagues in two hours?" Baelor asked in astonishment, the same reaction shared by his father Daeron, the rest of his brothers, and the other Targaryen men and women renowned for their scholarship.

Aerys I stroked his long beard and spoke to himself.

"Fascinating! If what this Samuel claims is true, this strange horseless carriage could travel from the Wall to Dorne in barely seven days. Incredible," he whispered, utterly shocked.

At that statement, the rest of the Targaryens understood just how terrifying or useful such a thing could be. Just imagine a thousand of these things…with archers secured in the back…

Rhaenyra shuddered at the mere thought.

"Well, time to go, boy. Fasten your seat belt, hahaha," the crazy old man said as he started the strange carriage, making it roar like a small dragon.

"Gods!" Jon whispered, gripping the strange object with all his strength. He had only a second to wait before the carriage moved with the ferocity of a bear and accelerated out of the castle faster than any stallion.

The wind struck Aemon's face as the young Lord Stark watched Wolf's Den slowly disappear behind them.

"Don't you think you're going too fast, Samuel?" Jon asked, swallowing nervously as the truck left the cobbled road connecting the Stark castle to the main highway.

Samuel's response? To burst into hearty laughter and look at the young Stark with amused eyes.

"Oh, boy, you haven't seen anything yet!" he said before moving the central lever of the object, pressing something with his feet, and then…

BRUUUUUUUUM!!!

"AHHHHHHG, SHIT!!" Jon screamed in astonishment, gripping his seat with all his strength as the truck almost instantly doubled its speed.

Leaving the village behind along the spacious road.

After those images, silence reigned in the Observatory, at least for a few seconds, until…

"I want one," Aerion said, to absolutely no one's surprise, nodding to himself.

Rhaenyra sighed, rubbing her face wearily, and as though that weren't enough…

"Oh, you should see what Sirius did with his motorcycle. If a wizard is talented and powerful enough, he can enchant those vehicles to run on magic. My brother took one of those motorcycles and enchanted it to fly through the air. It was incredible," James said with a nostalgic smile.

At those words, everyone, including Rhaenyra, turned toward James, completely frozen, until Lady Lily intervened.

"Magic truly is wonderful, although it isn't common to see wizards and witches using Muggle vehicles. They're far too…slow for the vast majority of the magical community," the redhead said elegantly.

"Thirty miles in two hours is slow?" Jacaerys asked incredulously.

"Let's continue," the old King said as they watched Aemon's journey, along with the beautiful landscapes of this place, this England.

"That place is beautiful," Elaena said softly, while the sphere showed no conversation, merely the journey between Samuel and Aemon as they chatted casually and absentmindedly.

"It's a beautiful land. I wouldn't be surprised if, by the end of the day, Aemon decides to stay there. What is decadent and primitive Westeros compared to this?" Prince Aemon asked softly, silencing everyone in the chamber.

After all, her grandfather's older brother was right, Rhaenyra thought. Aemon had a castle, a legacy, something tangible in a magical and wonderful world.

What was filthy Westeros compared to England? To the Wizarding World?

What was Jon Snow of Winterfell when Jon Stark of Wolf's Den existed?

"I wouldn't blame him. I would understand and accept it," said, to everyone's surprise, Aemon's own mother, Lady Lyanna.

"Lya!" Rhaegar exclaimed in astonishment, making the Wolf Maiden glare at him fiercely.

"No 'Lya,' Rhaegar! Aemon has my unconditional support in everything. He has an entire world before him, a magical world, with my family's lost legacy at his disposal."

"But he also carries my family's legacy on his shoulders, my dear," Rhaegar said softly, but with firmness in his expression.

The conversation paused the moment Samuel and Aemon arrived at some kind of larger settlement, and they watched as Aemon accompanied old Samuel on various errands. They visited something called a hardware store, a shop specializing in plants with beautiful flowers, and even something called a supermarket.

And on every single occasion, Aemon helped Samuel without complaint, carrying the heavy objects into the truck with obvious ease, much to the old man's gratitude.

"A Targaryen prince doing commoner's work," Aegon IV spat with obvious disgust at what he was seeing, even more so when he watched Aemon exert himself physically to load several sacks of something called fertilizer.

"Well, a ruler who understands the hardships of the common people is exactly what Westeros needs," Aegon V said, fiercely defending Aemon.

"He's a good lad. He'll make a great King," Daena said, pleased to see that Aemon not only helped old Samuel but even assisted an elderly woman in loading some plants into her own truck.

"He possesses a noble soul and a good heart. A good Targaryen man. Those are rare," Princess Rhaenys said absentmindedly, watching Aemon with a smile on her face, lost in thought.

Eventually, they watched the curious pair, old man and young man, climb into the truck again and continue their journey. There were increasingly more houses and fewer fields, so they both assumed they were approaching a town.

Looking toward Samuel, Jon asked, "Are you finished with your errands?"

The old man nodded.

"Yes. Now I just need to stop by and visit an old friend who lives around here. Privet Drive is the name of the street. There are a few shops nearby if you'd rather go for a walk. I imagine you wouldn't particularly enjoy listening to a couple of old people chatting."

Jon nodded as he gazed out the window.

This place, this entire land, was astonishing.

It was a country inhabited by ordinary people, where titles of nobility seemed to hold little importance. Yet these commoners appeared more civilized and educated than some of the greatest nobles of his former homeland.

They could all read and write. Education was available to everyone, men and women alike, without distinction.

They must be doing something right, Jon thought.

"If you get bored, you can meet me there. Number Eleven, Privet Drive. It's about fifteen minutes from here. Just follow the main avenue, and you'll find it sooner or later," Samuel explained as he continued toward his destination.

Leaving Jon alone in this strange and interesting place.

"Well, let's go and explore this amazing place," said the young Stark with a smile, walking straight toward a bookshop.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, what the fuck is it about books that attracts him so much?" Aegon II spat, making Aemond reply.

"That proves he has a brain, brother. A good omen for the family," the Kinslayer said in his characteristic distant voice.

"I think he's intelligent. It's a completely new place. He needs to familiarize himself with everything around him," said the youngest of Alicent's children, her brother Daeron, whom, sadly, Rhaenyra had never met in life.

Something sad, considering they were siblings.

Everyone silently watched Aemon walk through the bookshop, stacking book after book until an enormous tower of them accumulated on the counter, where a pretty young woman watched the young Dragon with amusement.

"Ha! Look at her, she's practically fucking herself, HAHA," Aegon IV spat, to the continued disgust of everyone present.

"For fuck's sake, Aegon, shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you," his son Viserys II spat, fed up with his own son.

"That'll be…two hundred pounds, handsome," the young cashier said, making Jon nod and pull the wad of Gringotts banknotes from his trouser pocket, beneath the young woman's incredulous gaze.

"180, 190…200," he said with a smile, handing the notes to the young woman, who took them silently, opening and closing her mouth as she stared at Jon in complete shock.

"I…yes…Ah," the young woman tried to say, but she was incapable of speaking, at least until it was too late and Jon was already at the bookshop door.

"Come back anytime! We could go for ice cream! I'll be available!" the young woman said, making Jon turn around and smile politely before leaving and continuing on his way.

But not before walking into an alley, taking out the wand Professor Flitwick had given him, and shrinking the bags of books, placing them safely inside his robes.

"Perfect," he said to himself before continuing to explore the surroundings.

"That's my wand!!" Lily said in absolute surprise, standing and walking quickly toward the sphere.

"Are you sure, dear?" James asked, standing and caressing Lily's shoulders, while she nodded rapidly.

"Yes, James. I'd recognize it anywhere. It's my wand! Why does Aemon have it?" Lady Potter asked, curiosity in her voice.

And Rhaenyra replied.

"Some Professor Flitwick gave it to him. He mentioned that it had belonged to a brilliant pupil of his. I suppose that was you."

At the Realm's Delight's words, the redhead looked at Rhaenyra in surprise. However, before she could say anything else, something…interesting happened to Aemon.

Jon was so deeply immersed in his thoughts that he failed to notice a young boy rushing toward him.

The two collided rather violently, sending them both tumbling to the ground.

"Damn it!" Jon exclaimed as he pushed himself back onto his feet.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you!" the other boy exclaimed, hurriedly standing up and retrieving his glasses.

"It's all right. It was an accident. But why were you running?" Jon asked, examining the stranger with curiosity.

The boy was rather short, standing at least a head beneath Jon. His black hair was so untidy that it resembled a bird's nest, and his painfully thin frame bordered on malnutrition.

Yet what truly caught Jon's attention were his emerald-green eyes, which seemed to conceal an extraordinary amount of power.

Jon knew immediately that he was standing before another wizard.

He could feel it.

"My cousin is chasing me. If he catches me, he'll beat me up," the boy replied, glancing fearfully over his shoulder.

Jon frowned.

"Why would a wizard like you be afraid of a mere Muggle?"

He regarded the boy with genuine disbelief.

The moment the little boy appeared on the screen, James and Lily quickly stood, both with their eyes wide open, filled with hope at what they were seeing.

"James…could that be…?" the redhead asked in a broken voice, stretching her hand toward the sphere with a desperation that broke Rhaenyra's heart.

"It looks like it, my love," James said, gripping his wife's shoulders desperately.

The small but powerful wizard looked at Jon in absolute shock and asked.

"You're…you're a wizard? Like me?" the little boy asked, making Jon nod and reply.

"Jon Stark." He extended his hand. The boy looked at it in disbelief for a few moments before hurriedly taking it.

"Harry…Harry Potter," he said softly.

When those words were spoken, Lily burst into tears, clinging to her husband's body with immense relief as James embraced her tightly.

"He's alive, James! Our little boy is alive! It worked!" Lily said, overwhelmed with relief, unable to contain the tears streaming down her face.

"He is, my love. Of course he is," the black-haired wizard said, just as the sphere began losing power.

"The Gods often work in mysterious ways. This time isn't one of them. Those two are destined for great things," Aegon V said as he stood, stretching his legs after the long session.

"Aye, similar to your meeting with Duncan," Prince Baelor said, standing and smiling at his nephew, who returned the gesture kindly.

Rhaenyra merely sighed and stood.

"Apparently, we have a little break. Why don't you tell us your story? If you're Harry's parents, then you can bring us up to speed on Hogwarts and the Wizarding World in general," Rhaenyra suggested, making everyone around her nod.

It was time for a long conversation.